Pari Zaad Novels & Stories

Click Click The sound of a camera flashed towards their direction, zapping their attention to the intruder. " World's best news!!!" A shrill voice announced like someone who had gotten a trophy. "Two losers smoking in the church premises." Tola and her friend glared at the owner of the stupid voice. It was Zaria. ••• Zaria Omah was technically a bitch to the both girls and not surprisingly, a bitch as well to everyone who came across her. She was flawlessly beautiful, had filthy rich parents and she walked with pride. Intimidating everyone who came across her, with her annoying aura.

“We moved back here from lighter hells. It’s fine. People are mostly normal.” Cade leaned in a little closer. “Mostly?” Leah looked at Zara, waiting for confirmation. Zara’s hands curled around her coffee cup. She felt heat rising to her face. Part of her wanted to say something to Leah, to warn her while a part of her wanted to storm over and snatch the water bottle and fling it in Cade’s face. “Mostly,” Zara said finally, forcing a tight smile. Cade nodded as if that wrapped up a very important survey. “Excellent. Well, if you ever want a gym partner, I can show you the ropes. It might make you feel less frazzled. I’m great at making people sweat.”

Zian added, crossing his arms. "But you know what? We will give you a chance to prove yourself. We want to see how well you know Zada." Zahir said. "Alright, I am in. Ask away," Liam said, accepting the challenge, not keen on losing the ground he had gained with them. Zahir smirked. "What is Zada's favourite colour?" "Blue," Liam answered swiftly. "Her favourite vacation spot?" Zian added a hint of challenge in his voice. "Paris. That is the first place she went on a vacation at the age of five. That remains her favourite place even now." Liam answered confidently.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Grace tried to make her stand up but she had been clinging to the chair as if her life depended on it. “Whoa! Grace, it's Zade Meadows. Girls are crazy about him. Girls would die just to catch a glimpse of him and Rihanna, you don't want to kiss him. Do you know what a big opportunity you have got? If I was in your place then I would have not missed this chance.” Kiara exclaimed dreamily. “Do you think the great Zade Meadows will let her kiss him?” Gemma said, looking at Zade. Who looked like a red flag. Just come near me and die.

Zainab mehak didn't know what to say or do than zara says that guy likes me and was my boyfriend hearing this Ibrahim zaad says what? Zara says yes both are teasing me in there own way Zainab mehak takes a breath of relief hearing this zaad Ibrahim also takes a breath of relief..... Than Zainab says I want to use washroom mehak says me too both gets up and start walking just than Ibrahim says jaan where are going without me? Zaad also says wify I am

He took another deep breath. Not long after, suddenly a message came in. From Zoya. He quickly opened the message and read it. "I hope you wait patiently, honey! I'll let you know when it's time!" That was the message. Although short but so clear. He kept waiting. *** In the hotel hall, there was indeed a music and dance performance after Narendra's family had carried out the Gauri Puja procession, a sacred ritual in the form of worshiping the goddess Parvati. This ceremony is a form of asking for blessings in marriage.

Zara Last night, I had tossed and turned for hours before sleep caught up with me in the early hours of this morning. I had come to a decision; go to Paradise Group and tell Marcello Andres to take responsibility. Only, it was easier said than done. The moment I walked into the magnificent architecture, I felt like an impostor. Paradise group stood towering over several buildings in the area and that was saying something, considering that this was New York .

"Does this mean your special plan is foolproof?" "Absolutely." Zaiper’s eyes gleamed with pure excitement. "Just thinking about it makes my blood race. After so many failures, you are about to witness a victory unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Wait for it, Razarr." He began undressing, whistling a jaunty tune. "It's going to be massive."

Zara Pearson was very beautiful, and her beautiful eyes held a captivating shade of violet, making her look ethereal and enchanting. She was born into a wealthy family and had a privileged upbringing. Her family was the fourth-wealthiest in the country. One day, Zara’s friends did a 90-day challenge. They placed a bet that whoever won Payton’s heart would win two tickets to the most prestigious Cape Town International Jazz Festival. Zara had a crush on Payton's best friend, Maddox Carson. However, Maddox never even glanced at her. She had sent him several love letters, but he never responded.